Sunday, January 10, 2010

A plan of my own devising
has heady ideals to reckon
my deep sweet secrets
dusted over gypsy magnetism
were eclipsed completely
by a flat pronouncement
-the daggers that beset you
likewise will defend you.
I merely march,
but seem to ever wave a
whimsical farewell
everyday love-fear not
recognition that appears
so neat
has a moody army
right behind it.

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